This is my 100th True Detective poem, and it’s a big one. Hope you all enjoy.
The perfect 100th segment of one long saga, so many wonderful things. I especially like the first 1995 part, always thought about how traumatized Marty must be (first killing and shit) and Rust was the only one he can turn to at that time yet seldom do writers show interest in this subject. This is just like what I imagined, subtle and tender, how deep they bond from early on. Thank you Allie. Team Marty All The Way.